Battles on the Marches of Doriath

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Postby Turgon1111 » Mon Apr 26, 2004 3:49 pm

Seregon walked through the dining halls of Menegroth. The whole room was very impressive. Gold glints were everywhere. They had gold-rimmed drinking horns and silver goblets filled with sweet miruvor. The room was huge and was filled with elves and men, happily chatting with one another. Some were enjoying the great feast at the grand table, of which the King of Doriath, Thingol, sat at the head of. Seregon was leaning on a carved pillar that had long wisps and curls carved into it, giving it an elegant look. The elf was alone, as was his usual nature. He was deep in his thoughts when the king called a toast. He stood up and said:<BR><BR><BR>"Welcome, welcome. This feast is for all the brave elves and men who have volunteered to fight on the marches and protect the fine realm of Doriath." There came a loud cheer from the excited audience "I send the best of wishes to all of you. May the Valar protect you from the cruel cunning beasts of the cursed Morgoth. May Illuvatar be with you." The crowd gave a hearty cheer and returned to the merriments of the feast.<BR><BR><BR>Seregon walked to the table silently and found a spot in which to eat at at the table. He drank from his goblet and did not speak. There were some chatty young elves sitting next to him, and they started to annoy him. He took his goblet and stood and walked away and went to the pillar he had leaned on before. He scanned the room and looked at all the young elves and men. They were happy now, but that would soon change in the heat of battle. He once again immersed himself in his own thoughts, and thought about Valinor, his old home, and all the things he had done. The battles on the marches would not be an easy task.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Fëaros » Tue Apr 27, 2004 1:46 am

<em>Fëaros looked on as King Thingol spoke and admired him, for he was honourable, but ever his eye wandered over to Queen Melian, in her face was the light of Valinor for which Fëaros had begun to yearn for. Fëaros then yoked his heart and tried to focus himslef on the task in hand. It was brave indeed, to go to battle against the might of Morgoth. Many at the table seemed over-enthusiastic not guessing the horrors that lay before them. Fëaros too did not fully perceive the perils which they would encounter. His eyes again scoured the room until landing on an elf by the name of Seregon, he was sitting eyes down, just across the table. Seregon intrigued Fëaros, he wore no expression and bore Fëaros thought, an aura of sadness.<BR><BR>The feast was long and loud and full of gaiety. It ended with Thingol announcing once again that those who stood against the comon foe were brave and had his thoughts with them. With this declaration the atmosphere became alot more social, Elvish music piped up in the corner and there was dancing and merriment. Fëaros here took his chance to greet Seregon who still sat in his solemn manner:</em><BR><BR>''Are you worried my friend'' Fëaros asked warmly.<BR><BR>''Indeed I am not, to worry would be to give the enemy more power than he already wields and I refuse it him'' Came the reply.<BR><BR>''You speak like one experienced, tell me; have you strayed beyond the girdle of Melian and into the darkness of the Marches?''
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Postby Turgon1111 » Tue Apr 27, 2004 7:34 am

The dancing had begun in the great hall of Menegroth and there were elves and men dancing gaily after drinking so much. Everyone was paired with a partner of the opposite sex. The females glided and danced on the marble floor with remarkable grace. The king sat and watched, enjoying the beautiful spectacle. Seregon stood alone and withheld himself from the merriments. He was quite enjoying watching them himself, and it reminded him of times when he would do such things. While remembering good times, another elf came up and spoke to him.<BR><BR><BR>"Are you worried, my friend?" He said warmly<BR><BR>"Indeed I am not, to worry would be to give the enemy more power than he already wields and I refuse it him" Came the reply.<BR><BR>"You speak like one experienced, tell me; have you strayed beyond the girdle of Melian and into the darkness of the Marches?"<BR><BR><BR>"I have traveled far beyond the girdle of Melian. I have traveled far and broad. I have been to Undying lands, of which I was born, and the realm of Nargothrond. I am a wandering elf, going wherever fate take me" He said in a serious tone.<BR><BR>"I have also killed more of Morgoths minions than there are blades of grass in a meadow. You could call me battle-worn. I have fought many battles, and many wars." He said as he wandered into the battle field again, saying this words with a bold voice.<BR><BR>"Now if that answers your question, I would like to know your name, if you don't mind, friend." He awaited an answer....
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Postby Fëaros » Tue Apr 27, 2004 8:08 am

''My name is Fëaros son of Fëadroth, I deem you are one of great worth, may our bows fell many foes and cleanse the Marches of the darkness that broods there! May I in return ask your name?''

''I am Seregon of Valinor.''

''Then, I shall see you tomorrow Seregon of Valinor, I bid you a good night!''

''A good night to you too.'' replied Seregon.

With this Fëaros hastened from the the room and made for his woodland bower.
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Postby Jakkin » Tue Apr 27, 2004 6:26 pm

Sephiroth walked into the dim litted room, he watched interested as elves and men alike talked as companions. Sephiroth felt at ease in such company, even though he had his differences with both elves and men, himself being neither man or elf. <BR>Yet here the two were combined as friends. Races were known to put aside their differences is dire times, indeed such a postion they were in now.<BR>Sephiroth watched impressed as the King gave his toast, a brave and powerful speech that would no doubt enhearten the warrior in darker times when thought upon.<BR>His attention was drawn to an elf, holding a goblet. Seeing that the elf was talking to another Sephiroth let them have their conversation. Soon the conversation was finished and Sephiroth deemed it appropiate to introduce himself.<BR>He walked up and with a slight bow introduced himself.<BR><BR>"Pardon me for my forthrightness, but as I have learned before to make a friend before a battle is never wrong."<BR><BR>The elf smiled and lifted his goblet in agreement. "I agree, companions can easily lighten the load of a heavy battle."<BR><BR>"I am Sephiroth, a Laquindi half-elven." Sephiroth thought it best to get his past history out of the way, there was no reason to be ashamed of his mixed blood. He was who he was, and he was an elfish warrior.
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Postby Turgon1111 » Tue Apr 27, 2004 8:08 pm

The banquet was going quite well for Seregon. Now that the feast was over the dancing had begun. The men were pairing up with the women and they with much gaiety, after having drunk so much. The women glided on the marble floor with the grace of swans. He remembered when he had had such good times, when he would dance and feast merrily. Seregon was in a good mood, now that he had made a new friend. He would have been alright by himself, as war-hardened as he was, but a friend amongst foes was never a bad thing. He took a sip of his miruvor and immersed himself in its sweet taste. He had grown to like it very much. It was a delicious(and addicting) drink, even better than a cold drink of mead in the desert. While drinking it, he saw someone coming towards him out of the corner of his eye. The person had long, silver hair and aqua blue eyes. Seregon straitened himself, ready to meet this new person. The man came up to him and said:<BR><BR><BR>Pardon me for my forthrightness, but as I have learned before to make a friend before a battle is never wrong."<BR><BR>Seregon smiled and lifted his goblet in agreement. "I agree, companions can easily lighten the load of a heavy battle."<BR><BR>"I am Sephiroth, a Laquindi half-elven." <BR><BR>"I am Seregon of Valinor, and I am pleased to meet you. What brings you hear to fight in the Marches?"
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Postby Arenial » Wed Apr 28, 2004 10:45 am

Narquelianar's eyes darted nervously around the large room as she fidgeted with the small pendant that hung around her neck; it had become a nervous habit. She wore a pale green gown that hung lightly from her shoulders, leaving her arms bear. Her fiery red hair framed her pretty face and tumbled down her back in loose ringlets. The gown fit her petit figure like a glove. The elleth stood slightly hidden in a corner not wishing to start up conversation, though even if she wanted to, she didn't exactly know how. She felt very small, intimidated, and shy in large crowds, though she felt shy pretty much anywhere, and preferred to stay by herself. Her twin brother was here, but he had found himself in the company of a rather lovely elleth and had long since abandoned his sister to care for herself. And so, she stood and watched the other Elves, and the occasional human, enjoy themselves at the feast, wondering what it was like to mingle and meet new people.

The truth was, Narquelianar did not want to be here. The only reason she was here was the fact that she was the most skilled healer in Gondolin and they had sent her to put her skills to use in the war coming up. Otherwise, she would have been tucked away in her cozy little home without a care in the world. Narquelianar sighed and began to fidget with the silver sash, which was tied around her waist, and then with the pendant again; a small green leaf that hung on a silver chain, she was never without it. The necklace had been a gift from her parents, both of whom had departed for Mandos years ago, and it brought her a small amount of comfort, especially in crowds like this. The feast was still as merry as ever; Elves and Men mingled, some eating or drinking, others dancing, but Narquelianar just stood. She would have returned to her room a while ago, but something kept her there, though she did not know what it was. And so she simply stood and watched the large crowd.

elleth= she-elf
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Postby Jakkin » Wed Apr 28, 2004 11:39 am

"I am Seregon of Valinor, and I am pleased to meet you. What brings you hear to fight in the Marches?" Seregon asked.<BR><BR>"I came mostly to hear the King's speech, although to be totally honest a good part of it was for the wonderful food that was promised along with the speech." Sephiroth smiled and took a drink from his goblet. <BR>In the corner of his eye he noticed an elleth nervously figiting with her necklace. Seeing that the elleth seemed uncomfortable Sephiroth nodded to Seregon in the direction of the she-elf. <BR>"Do you think that we should help a damsel in distress?" He asked his eyes twinkling.<BR>Seregon nodded. "I let you have the honor to do so." He said.<BR><BR>Sephiroth walked up to the elleth then realized that he knew her, not personally but by reputation. <BR>"Excuse me, but are you Narquelianar?" Sephiroth inquired quietly, not wanted to startle the red headed elf.
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Postby Arenial » Wed Apr 28, 2004 2:30 pm

<em>Perhaps I should just leave.</em> Narquelianar thought. She did not know how long she had stood there, but it seemed like hours.<BR><BR>"Excuse me, but are you Narquelianar?" a quiet voice asked her off to the side.<BR><BR>She instantly froze, though her head turned to look upon this stranger who had spoken to her. There stood a male with silver hair and aqua eyes. He was taller than her, but not by much. She stared at him, her mind racing. <BR><BR><em>What do I do? What do I say?</em> she asked herself nervously. If there was anything she did not know how to do, it was talk to people. <em>Wait... wait... calm down Narquelianar, you can do this</em> she told herself. <BR><BR>Narquelianar blinked, a warm flush creeping up her neck turning her cheeks a lovely shade of rose. <BR><BR>"I- I am sorry, I should not have stared." She said timidly, looking away. "Yes, I am the one you seek. But... how did you know my name?" she asked him curiously. For as far as she knew, not many actually knew her name.<BR><BR><BR><BR>(OOC: Jakkin, I'll leave it up to you as to how your character knows about Narquelianar, though she's not known by many. Only those in Gondolin really know who she is, so he may have gone to Gondolin and heard of her there... I don't know. I'm just throwing ideas out here.)
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Postby Jakkin » Wed Apr 28, 2004 2:59 pm

Sephiroth smiled softly at the Lady's startled question. <BR><BR>"I myself have visited Gondolin; you're healing skills are renowned there. I did not get the chance of meeting you on my visit, but I got told enough of your apperance to guess who you were." Sephiroth tried to put the Lady at ease, she was as frightful as a bird, and Sephiroth wanted to talk with her not scare her away. <BR>When he had been in Gondolin he remembered talk of this lady, of her commitment to helping the wounded and the strenghth of her healing ability. Sephiroth reasoned that she was probably nervous because she was used to her own home, not the huge gala of peoples that gathered together here.<BR><BR>"I assume you are here to heal during and after the battle?" Sephiroth lifted one of his silver eyebrows and was wearing a smile of kindness hoping that the she-elf would relax and enjoy herself.<BR><BR>(OOC: Hope this is ok.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Arenial » Wed Apr 28, 2004 6:27 pm

"I assume you are here to heal during and after the battle?" <BR><BR>Narquelianar nodded sadly. "Aye, I am here to heal though, I do not want to be here. I have no battle experience..." she gave him a sad smile and her fingers, once again, took hold on the small green leaf that hung around her neck. "But, you were in Gondolin?" The male nodded. Narquelianar searched her brain trying to remember if she had seen him. "Now that I think about it, I think I did see you there.” She said, her smile growing.<BR><BR>Narquelianar could feel herself relax, though just a bit at first. Maybe this is what she needed, to actually talk to someone. It felt good to talk; most of the conversations she’d had were with the other healers but they were never like this one. Those conversations were always about which medicine to use or how to a certain procedure for operating… subjects like that. This was different and Narquelianar found she could actually feel comfortable around this male. But then she realized, she didn’t know his name. <BR><BR>"And I assume you are here to fight in the war? I apologize, but I do not know your name." <BR><BR><BR>(It's fine Jakkin but isn't your character's name Sephiroth?)<BR>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Thu Apr 29, 2004 1:17 pm

“Paul”<BR>“Paul…”<BR>“Just Paul”<BR>“Really, no epitaph to go with?”<BR>“No, none that I can claim as my own, at least not for now”<BR>“Really, your parents… they are”<BR>“Dead, when I was just born, I do not remember anything. I’d rather not discuss it, if its all the same to you”<BR>“Oh, of course, I don’t mean to pry. Well I guess I’m off then, don’t drink to much”<BR><BR>Paul waved by way of farewell as the younger man trotted away looking decidedly less easy. People thought it was odd he didn’t take the name of his foster parents; to him it was just one more brick in a wall of not belonging anywhere.<BR><BR>Finally he had been allowed to leave Gondolin, where he had lived for some years, trusted enough finally by the elves to let him run free once more. That had been some weeks ago and the headaches he had been experiencing cooked up inside the Elfish walls had vanished almost immediately. They were always an indication of when he was staying someplace to long. It is hard to settle where one knows one does not belong, and the mind numbing headaches had been his body’s way of telling him he most certainly did not belong in Gondolin.<BR><BR>Unfortunately, now he was here. He had walked straight into a war. He felt the self-sustaining urge to leave quickly and put distance between himself and the battle, but his nature wouldn’t allow it. Theirs was a noble cause and if there was anywhere that Paul felt he belonged it was with a noble cause. Some how that purpose made him feel more at home than any feeling four stout walls had ever provided.<BR><BR>Paul glared around at the soldiers packed in the hall. He felt happy and was definitely in one of his better moods, but talking with soldiers at the moment didn’t appeal to him. They kept approaching him and asking silly questions that one might asked in forced polite conversation. He couldn’t blame them, he was obviously the odd man out, his clothing not adhering to any kind of soldierly uniform or code, and that sort of thing tended to bring attention. Not that he minded attention, just he longer a real and intelligent conversation, not the exchanging of names and ones thoughts about the weather.<BR><BR>Paul sighed and set his chalice down on a passing tray and struck out across the dance floor for the door. Maybe he would go get his staff and run through some forms. That always helped to clear his mind and help him relax. Paul was only halfway there when eyes lit upon a certain elf and his jaw dropped momentarily. It was the healer, Narquelianar, if he remembered correctly; an old friend from Gondolin. Well sort of a friend. Paul reasoned that anyone who could save him from the excruciating pain he had been going through at the time of their meeting deserved at least that rank, and she was quite a good dancer if he remembered correctly.<BR><BR>Paul headed her direction, but she was confronted by a tall silver haired Elf before he arrived. No matter, he would simply meet that elf as well.<BR><BR>“Narquelianar!” Paul exclaimed, “It is good to see you! I was afraid I was the only rational person here tonight. Though you being here does not speak in your favor in that area.” Paul winked at the silver haired elf to let him know he was joking.<BR>
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Postby Jakkin » Thu Apr 29, 2004 2:32 pm

OOC: Ugh, this is my first story where I've used a name other then my username..hence the crazy mixup, sorry 'bout that<BR>BiC:<BR><BR>Sephiroth racked his memory as Narquelianar told him that she might of seen him in Gondolin. <BR>It was possible, he had seen a glimpse of her when she had rushed through the eating room of an Inn to see to a patient in one of the rooms, but she had gone by so quick that Sephiroth hadn't a chance to say two words to her. <BR>He listened quietly as she told him how she had indeed come to heal, but did not want to. Sephiroth understood that; healers were a special kind of people, they could be as stubborn as a warrior when trying to heal their patients, but wanted no part of the actuall battle.<BR>He was elated however to see that the elleth was relaxing and beginning to fall into a calm conversation with him.<BR><BR>"And I assume you are here to fight in the war? I apologize, but I do not know your name."<BR><BR>"I apoligize, my manners have been somewhat lacking of late. I am Sephiroth. It is an honor to finally meet you." <BR>Sephiroth ran a hand through his long hair. "Yes, I'm afraid I am here to fight, though I wish it were a happier curcumstance." <BR><BR>Sephiroth suddenly turned his head at the sound of Narquelianar's name being called. <BR>An elf ran up to them hailing Narquelianar and beginning a livily conversation.
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Postby Arenial » Thu Apr 29, 2004 3:30 pm

(OOC: Paul is a man not an Elf)<BR><BR>"I apologize, my manners have been somewhat lacking of late. I am Sephiroth. It is an honor to finally meet you." Sephiroth ran a hand through his long hair. "Yes, I'm afraid I am here to fight, though I wish it were a happier circumstance." <BR><BR>"Well, Sephiroth, it is a pleasure to meet you."<BR><BR>"Narquelianar!" came another voice off to the side. It sounded vaguely familiar. "It is good to see you! I was afraid I was the only rational person here tonight. Though you being here does not speak in your favour in that area."<BR><BR>Narquelianar turned her head toward this new stranger and could not believe whom she saw.<BR><BR>"By the Valar, Paul!" she exclaimed, her face visibly lighting up. She had not seen him in years. "I had not expected to see you here! How have you been? Are the head aches still bothering you?" she grinned. If she remembered correctly, their first meeting had been over a rather bad headache and a few herb leaves. By Eru it was wonderful to see a familiar face.<BR>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sat May 01, 2004 11:28 pm

Paul grinned, ecstatic that she actually remembered him. He had been afraid for a moment that Narquelianar would not remember him and that would prove to be only <em> slightly </em> embarrassing. At least now he knew he wasn’t marching off to war to which he had absolutely no connection outside a sense of belonging.<BR><BR>He grinned wider, still feeling intense relief at not being entirely alone in this strange host, “Ah, no, they are gone, those herbs did the trick. Though there were a few tense moments there towards the end. No, they are gone now”<BR><BR>“Any idea what caused them?” Narquelianar asked, fairly curious.<BR><BR>“I don’t think the elfish food agreed with me,” Paul laughed quietly, “This time around I’m sticking to the wine”<BR><BR>“That’s excellent new in any case,” she went on, “What brings you out of Gondolin and to this place. Not that I am not happy to see you, just curiosity”<BR><BR>“I understand. They let me go finally,” Paul smiled wryly, “I guess they decided I wasn’t really a threat after all, I left with the kings blessing actually. Left about a month ago, and walked right into the middle of this”<BR><BR>“How did you come to be here?” Paul reached out a deft arm and snagged a goblet from a passing tray; this party wasn’t nearly so dull anymore.<BR>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sat May 01, 2004 11:28 pm

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Postby Arenial » Sun May 02, 2004 1:46 pm

Narquelianar grinned even wider. This was absolutely wonderful! She didn't feel so alone in the large crowd now that someone she knew was here. She listened with genuine curiosity at what Paul was up to these days. She was certainly very surprised to see him outside of Gondolin, she knew they were very careful with keeping the Elven city a secret, and though she did not really know anything about him, other than his name and that he was a rather good dancer, it was a nice surprise.<BR><BR>"How did you come to be here?" Paul asked. <BR><BR>"Well," Narquelianar sighed, "I am a healer; the reason as to why I am here is fairly obvious." she chuckled. "Though" she added with a smug smile, "I supposed it's for the best; I am the most skilled healer you know." the <em>elleth</em> stuck her nose up in the air as she said this but added a wink to show that it was only in jest. That was a side of her that only people she was comfortable with saw; her fun, open side. <BR><BR>However, it was then that she realized, in the excitement of catching up with an old friend, she had completely forgotten about a certain Elf (well, Half Elf, but she didn't know it at the time) standing next to her.<BR><BR>"Oh dear," she exclaimed, absolutely horrified at ignoring her new friend. She faced Sephiroth and said, "I am sorry; I've been ignoring you." she then faced the newest addition to the little group, "Paul, this is Sephiroth; he most graciously came over here to talk to me and save me from my apparent nervousness." she grinned. This evening wasn't turning out half as bad as she thought. Staying put was definitely a wonderful idea.<BR>
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Postby Dummble » Sun May 02, 2004 9:49 pm

On the battlefields the Dwarven army stood over looking the quickly approaching Orcs. <BR><BR>On the right side flank, in the backside corner out side stood Cain Thunder-stone. Un-like the others in the flank, Cain was what they called “green”. He had never seen battle before, yet found him self on the rear of a veteran flank. <BR><BR>Cain father, Tom Water-stone, was flank Column General, and his eldest brother, Bead Fist-stone, who was his Flank Captain. It was by mere, one gruff night by his parents that had him standing there. Only his last name. <BR><BR>The air was crisp on the hillside upon which he stood. A shiver ran through Cain, he wasn’t sure if it was the chill air or the fear of thousands of reckless orcs running up hill towards them. The fist flanks made windows for the for the Dwarven long range to move in. Cain’s other brother, Hugo Fire-stone, came forth with a big grin and an even bigger quiver of arrows on his back. <BR><BR>From his position Cain could see Orcs, falling tripping taking down countless others as they were taken brutally out of the way by throwing axes, knives, and other tools of Dwarven make, along with arrows. Cain heard a great horn bellow out over the hills of iron, then day the middle flanks charge forward, and like a point the Dwarven army charged down the hill side, acting as one swell sword…<BR>
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Postby Fëaros » Mon May 10, 2004 12:12 pm

On his way home from the banquet Fëaros wandered deep in thought, at the heart of his musing was the conversation with Seregon. Seregon was an elf of the blesséd realm, which filled Fëaros with intrigue and wonder. Fëaros yearned to know more of Valinor and thus determined to go back to the banquet hall and speak with Seregorn again. He would have considered how he was going to strike up conversation with someone whom he had left so abruptly. But is was that his heart blinded his mind and caused him not to care.

As Fëaros approached the great hall he broke into a run as desire to learn of Valinor consumed him. He came into the hall itself at a brisk pace yet considerably slower (after all he was in the Great Hall of Thingol and Melian). He espied Sergorn across the room and marched unto that place to meet him. At this point Fëaros fell unexpectedly to the floor after colliding with another of the company. Awareness came back and flooded his mind;


''I do apologise, I was not looking.''

He rose to his feet as did the elf he had encountered, she looked at him and he felt uncomfortable under her gaze, like a storm her eyes descended upon him. Was their evil in her glance, or temptation?

''It is okay, I wasn't either and for my part I am sorry also.'' Narquelianar replied.

''Yes... I was far away...''
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Postby Amrunelen » Fri May 14, 2004 10:12 pm

Silvreniel burst through the door to her room and slammed it behind her. She quickly washed up, tossed her dusty clothes on the bed, pulled on a shimmering white gown, grabbed a deep forest green cloak, and hurried out through the door again while in the process of trying smooth down her golden blonde hair. She almost ran into another male elf who was standing outside waiting for her.

"Why must you always take so long?", the elf said, his arms folded and a serious look on his face which eventually turned into a grin.

"Long? Why I was barely in there for more than a minute. It's your fault that we are late, Macar. I said hours ago that we should start heading back.", Silvreniel said, exasperated. She shot a mock angry look at her brother which also eventually turned into a grin.

"I did not ask you to come with me, sister dear. Father will kill me if he finds out that I've been taking you with me."

"We are not children. He cannot control where I go with whom and what I do."

"I know," Macar said, his expression now becoming more serious, "but it is getting much more dangerous. You should stay here in Menegroth where it is safe. I don't want anything to happen to you, Sil."

Her brother was the only person she allowed to call her Sil. They had always been very close growing up, doing everything together. Even now they would still tease each other and kid around like they did when they were children.

"Nor I to you, but let us not worry about that right now. We are already late.", she said and grabbed him by the arm.

They raced to the royal dining halls of King Thingol where the banquet was being held. Silvreniel and Macar slowed down to a walk just as they reached the door to the exquisite hall. Music filtered out and the sound of people singing and chatting merrily. Two elves that stood guard at the doors opened them up and let Silvreniel and Macar go through.

"It seems we are a bit late for the meal.", Macar said, glancing around the room. "You wouldn't mind if I left you and went to look for a few of my friends, would you? I've been meaning to talk to them about the situation on the Marches."

"No, go ahead.", Silvreniel replied, smiling slightly. "I'll find some way to amuse myself."

Macar nodded in thanks and then disappeared in the crowd of elves and men. Silvreniel stopped another elf who was busy serving drinks to the guests and took one of the silver goblets he was carrying. It was filled with a fragrant elvish cordial. She took a sip of it as she began to weave her way in and out of the crowd, searching for someone she knew or someone to talk to.

At last she spied a a small group standing together and talking. One of the elves looked vaguely familiar to her. Seregon, she thought his name was, though she could not be sure. Silvreniel stood there for a moment, contemplating if she should join them, and then began to make her way over.
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Postby Arenial » Fri May 21, 2004 2:48 pm

''I do apologise, I was not looking.'' the Elf said as they both rose from the floor; he had caught her rather off guard.

''It is okay, I wasn't either and for my part I am sorry also.'' Narquelianar replied.

''Yes... I was far away...''

"Well, once again I am sorry." Narquelianar said as the Elf wandered off. She turned her attention back to Sephiroth and Paul.

The three people chatted together about the war coming up and past experiances (if there were any) and such topics, but eventually Narquelianar found her gaze wander over to the dance floor. Now that she was feeling quite like herself again, her feet wanted to move.

And so, asking both of them in a general matter, so as not to seem rude, she asked, "Would either of you like to dance?" though, her voice came out small and shy.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Fri May 21, 2004 10:27 pm

Paul grinned and broke right in, “It would be a pleasure, my bones haven’t grown any frailer since last time I think.” Paul offered a arm to Narquelianar and winked broadly at Sephiroth, “Don’t worry lad, you can dance with this pretty maid after she’s tired me out”

Sephiroth and Narquelianar both were probably much older than he, but the fact was, he looked older. A mortal face he did poses and so it did age, the elves aged little; so it was one of Paul’s few pleasures in life to play elder to the eldest of races.

Paul swept Narquelianar gracefully out to the floor in time for the last three steps of… well he didn’t really know what it was but his feet carried him well enough. The next song was a fairly lively waltz and Paul swept off in his element.

“You really shouldn’t tease Elven kind,” Narquelianar whispered and grinned, “We aren’t renowned for our senses of humor”

“Heh, yes, tis true milady,” Paul winked back, “but I really couldn’t help myself, did you see his face when I lead away the prettiest woman in the room, I think I heard his heart break”

“The prettiest woman?” Narquelianar raised and eyebrow, “I did not mark you to be one for flattery”

“I do not flatter I simply tell the truth as I see it,” Paul held his serious expression for a moment more before letting it dissolve into a grin and he chuckled, “But what if I told you I was nearsighted?”

“Oh, now that was cruel, Paul,” Narquelianar grinned again

“Heheh, I think it’s the wine. I haven’t had such a good time in quite along time. It’s a shame that my happiness must stay behind tomorrow,” He dipped her and swung her back up then spun around once, “They say if you’ve fought in one then you’ve seen them all. Nay, each conflict has its one painful memories and scars. Promise me you will be careful tomorrow. I have so few friends in this world I would hate to loose one.” Paul smiled and squeezed her hands affectionately, as a friend would, “So maybe I should be getting you back to that handsome young immortal, or could we have one more dance?”
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Postby Fëaros » Sat May 22, 2004 1:55 pm

Fëaros approached Seregon.

''Seregon! I want to ask you something.''

''What is it young Fëaros?''

''I do beseech you sir to tell me of Valinor and all it's splendour, and the peoples there, tell me of The Great Windlord Manwë. I have desired all my life to know of the Uttermost West, what treasures it bears, what enlightenment! I have heard rumour, but that does not satisfy my deepfelt longing. I wish to travel there someday...''

Here Fëaros broke off, Seregon had raised his glance to meet Fëaros's, and in his eyes lay all the answers to the questions posed by the young elf. Seregon spoke thus...
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Postby Arenial » Sat May 22, 2004 5:28 pm

"Promise me you will be careful tomorrow. I have so few friends in this world I would hate to loose one.” Paul smiled and squeezed her hands affectionately, as a friend would, “So maybe I should be getting you back to that handsome young immortal, or could we have one more dance?”

"Oh, I think one more dance would not hurt." Narquelianar grinned. "And I promise that I will be careful. But, you must promise me the same thing; I also do not have many friends and I too would hate to lose one."

Paul nodded, "I promise."

The dance lasted a little longer and then another one started. This one was a much slower waltz and very was relaxing to dance to. Narquelianar closed her eyes and allowed the music to surround her. It was over all too soon, and Paul had her back to Sephiroth in no time.

"Thank you for the dances Paul, you dance wonderfuly."

"It was a pleasure. I'll be seeing you." he bowed slightly and then walked off, leaving Narquelianar and Sephiroth standing together.

"Well," the elleth said, turning to the other, "Shall we?"
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Postby Amrunelen » Sat May 22, 2004 6:04 pm

Just before Silvreniel had reached Seregon, another elf came up and began taling to him. Fëaros, she heard his name was. I would love to hear stories of the blessed realm, she thought to herself. Although, I don't want to barge in and interrupt them.

Silvreniel turned around again and when doing so thought she spied a friend of hers across the room, one she had not seen in a very long time. She broke into a fast paced walk that was almost a jog and began making her way through the couples that were dancing in the middle of the floor, the hem of her dress and cloak swirling about her feet.

"Sil!", a voice called out to her from behind. She turned her head around and saw Macar.

"Not now! I'll catch up with you later!", she called back to him, her head still turned, but continuing forward.

Suddenly she felt herself collide with someone and accidentally knocked them to the ground. Silvreniel turned her head quickly to see who she ran into and found a man laying on the floor, a slightly suprised look on his face.

"Oh! I...I am sorry. I did not see you there. I suppose only a fool would rush out into the middle of a dance floor without watching where she was going.", she said, the slightest twinge of pink coming to her cheeks. If not for the elves ability to mask their emotions, it would have been much brighter.

Silvreniel held out a hand to help him up. "Are you alright?"
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sun May 23, 2004 1:50 pm

“Ah, pay it no mind, I’m fine,” Paul smiled and accepted the hand offered to him, noting the strong grip, “Its not everyday a man has the privilege, nay, the honor to be sent sprawling by a fair maiden”

“I’m sorry,” she said again, and was there a bit more pink in her cheeks there? Paul smiled, yes, he believed there way.

“All is forgiven,” Paul waved it off, then made a great show of dusting off his rather plain clothing, “To tell the truth, I probably deserved it. I can’t remember that last time a woman has been able to nock me down. My name is Paul by the by, and I have just lost myself a dance partner, I don’t suppose you would care to dance, after all, it is the least you could do for the poor fellow you just tipped over.” He grinned and winked. He was beginning to like parties, “And what might your name be? And what brings you to this merry little party?”
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Postby Amrunelen » Sun May 23, 2004 2:07 pm

"I would. I was searching for a distraction or something to occupie myself with anyway, and I think you'll do just fine.", she said, grinning. Perhaps I must do this on purpose next time. Running into people seems to work quite well., she thought, laughing to herself.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Paul. I am Silvreniel, of Doriath as you may have gathered. As for what brings me to this merry little party, an elleth such as myself cannot resist a night of dancing and chatting. I would have been here sooner, if not for my brother Macar. Perhaps you will meet him later. Anway, one must enjoy themself as much as possible before these times become any darker..." She thought of her ventures out into the woods. It would not be long before battle would break out and she could not help but worry about the people she may loose, the people that might be killed.

She cleared the thoughts from her mind and continued on. "But, let us not worry about that now. Tell me about yourself, or can't you dance and talk at the same time... must we choose one or the other?", she said, grinning again.
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Postby naryatheringoffire » Sun May 23, 2004 2:41 pm

Galdor sat in a corner eating food from the banquet table and sipping on wine.As he studied the faces he noticed how young and jovial they all were with no foreboding of what lay ahead.A few times the kings eyes flicked over to the dark corner where he sat as they were friends of old, before the kings dwelling in menegroth and old friends do not forget faces.Galdor would eventually meet his friend the king but not yet, not while he had other guests to attend to.Galdor was here not at the kings bidding for he was not a citizen of thingols realm but as a repayment for an alliance of old and for the gifts he recieved from thingols armoury in wars of old.

The wine was slowly beginning to have an effect on him and after a while he began to want to dance and be merry before the battle on the marches of doriath and so it was that Galdor of the house of the tree of gondolin in his long robes of green stood up in search of a dance partner...
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue May 25, 2004 9:44 pm

“Years of dancing with elf folk has taught me to put up and respond to their ceaseless banter yet still sweep the pretty lasses off their feet,” Paul winked, “I can still keep my feet, despite the cellar keepers excellent wine”

“I’ve heard it isn’t safe to dance with a mortal man with a loose tongue and straying feet,” Silvreniel laughed as Paul twirled her about once.

“Aye, that would be wise advise and you should avoid such men,” Paul said seriously. A foolish grin lapsed onto his face, “You know, I’m single.” Silvreniel raised and eyebrow and Paul quickly amended his statement, “See, there you have it!” She laughed again and Paul laughed with her.

“Hmm… me? I am merely a mortal man. Cursed to wander for all my time I fear. I lost my mother and father upon my birthday and was taken in my a more compassionate people than those that orphaned me. Since then I have traveled around a bit and done this and that. I teach the staff for my meals and break the hearts of young lasses like yourself where ever I go,” Paul winked again, “Though not really I fear. I have lived in the company of Elves too long, and I am sure they tire of me at times I fear, and no mortal woman will have me.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Silvreniel said sympathetically

“Oh but it is. I amuse myself by getting into wars and teaching Elven kind my art,” Paul smiled, “As a matter of fact… if ever you fancy a lesson I think you would do well. You have a firm stance and a firm hand. But what of you? My life is uninteresting for all my short years, but it has been my experience that the life of an elf is and epic to be treasured”
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Postby Fëaros » Wed May 26, 2004 3:34 am

On parting company with Seregon Fëaros spoke a few words;

''I feel a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders, our converse has proved particularly enlightening. I must thank you for telling me all I wished to know, it seems many things are a lot clearer to me now. Valinor sounds much like I had imagined it.''

''I am glad that it means so much to you'' Seregon replied.

''It means more than my unrefined skill with words can depict, I shall leave you now, take care, see you soon my friend''

''Yes Fëaros, goodbye for the present''

Fëaros moved across the Great Hall towards a face that he knew well, Silvreniel was her name, a fair maiden who also lived in Doriath. He walked towards her for he longed to look upon her beautified visage, then he noticed she was dancing with a mortal man whom he knew not. Thus he decided to look for company elsewhere, but as he glanced back towards Silvreniel his eye caught hers and their gaze became entwined. For Fëaros himself was beautiful.

No fairer maiden was there to Fëaros's eye, to him she encompassed all that was beautiful and pure in this world. Fëaros, feeling the weight of her eyes moved away yet he was loath to leave the sublime aura of her gaze. He sat down and waited for her to finish her dance.
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